Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.